My world has been full of heartache, as time goes on, all the days, hours, minutes just seem to run together. As I cry myself to sleep at night I pray someone will hear my cries and rescue me from all the hardship I have to endure. I feel I am a good person. I feel I have made an impact on our fellow man. I am true to myself and always step up to the plate to help someone who needs it. I always take care of the needs of loved ones around me without a second thought. Growing up no matter what was going on in my life I would still tend to other’s needs, no matter how sick I was or weather I was financially able to help. I knew in my heart god would bless me for helping to care for his children. I take a step back and take a look at my accomplishments and stare at the picture of my beautiful boys. I think to myself all he heartache, all the tragedy I survived. All of it I would relive over and over again for my two sons. They are my reason to get up in the morning and continue the fight. They are my life. They are my blessing. My health is poor, I am disabled, my thoughts of hope diminish more and more as time goes by, but I will continue to fight. The gift I was blessed with was strength. I was given this gift so I could continue to fight and to instill my strength on others. Although my hope has faded I feel obligated to give others hope. To lend a hand where it is needed. No matter how hard my life gets I will still sit down with someone who is in need and find a ray of hope for them to hold onto. I am committed to hold the hand of a person who feels there is no where to turn. I will continue my journey to in-power others around me to continue their fight. I need no blessings I am content with the feeling of helping.